| G#m | F# | E | |
| Burn and | shine, son |
| G#m | F# | E | |
| And | keep your | spirit clean |
| G#m | F# | E | |
| For | this is | not |
| G#m | F# | Eb | |
| A dress re | hersa | l |
| Junior Phoenix |
| With your ash-filled eyes |
| Who will harbor |
| Your misfortune |
| G#m | D# | |
| Your | mother says your | father says |
| B | E | |
| He | does not want to t | ell you |
| G#m | F# | E | |
| As | if he | didn't | know you |
| Behind the lighthouse |
| There's still the hole you made |
| Better fill it in |
| Or it will get you |
| So talcum powder |
| Is now your closest friend |
| Smooth and white |
| And ordinary |
| Your father says your mother says |
| She does not want to tell you |
| As if she didn't know you |
| B | C# | |
| And in the dream every | one is holding hands |
| E | F# | |
| in a | circle and you | heal |
| Do you remember |
| The taste of pemmican? |
| Then say hello |
| To Hiawatha |
| She's still frowning |
| At your puffy face |
| Overweight |
| And barely breathing? |
| No one ever said a word |
| They did not want to tell you |
| As if they didn't know you |
| As if they didn't know you |
| As if they didn't know you |
| Burn and shine |
| You burn and shine... |